'do you hear that?' i whispered
signalling to the birds beginning their slow rise with the morning sun
the 4am glow on a tuesday morning in mid-june

i see the outline of your figure as you bring yourself closer and press yourself against me
'you're the one who has to go to work'
she teases as she kisses me again

she sends a shiver down my spine
and chills though my bones
in the stuffy room filled with the heat of our breath
and the warmth of the summer air

another hour passes and we are still awake
we sang with the birds and our hands danced
until the light became brighter
and trickled ever stronger into the room

we drift off into a soft sleep
to the sound of the waking birds still singing their morning songs
sweetly she rests on my chest
unmoved by the noise

again we awake at 7am
i slip away from the bed and ready myself for the day
hiding in the corner of the room quietly so i don't disturb
but i catch her subtle sleepy glances in the mirror

the bright sun now beating through the gaps in the curtains
she is illuminated in all her glory
more radiant and more beautiful
than the warm summers day that awaits beyond our four walls.